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chasing the wind |
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| he winds her obi in the teahouse parking lot the scent of lilacs |
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| spring wind through the jacaranda the swish of her skirt |
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| summer car wash the toddler soaping her belly first |
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| skipping stones with my grown-up son river of stars |
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| all day I watch that one-winged crow summer sky |
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| trundling across the meadow a moon-lit skunk |
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| waiting in the madrone for the hunger moon a fox barks, barks |
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| early morning rustling the bed of leaves a homeless woman |
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| frost on scat— where are we going this time, coyote? |
All poems copyright by Dyana Basist. They may not be used for any purpose without explicit permission.
These poems have been published individually in Yuki Teikei GEPPO, Haiku Society of America Anthology, Write Like Issa by David G. Lanoue and Coyote Wind by Dyana Basist elikpress.com
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